Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 26

"Mr. Azik, how should this be used?" Klein glanced at the copper whistle in his palm again, then raised his head and asked.

Azik leaned halfway on the back of the sofa, exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and said in a calm tone:

"You can try blowing it."

Blow it... Klein felt the cold but very soft copper whistle, pinched the end of it, and slowly moved it to his mouth. He vigorously puffed out the cheeks on both sides, and blew fiercely. for a moment.

Strangely, the copper whistle did not make any sound, but Klein clearly felt as if a biting cold wind was blowing, and the entire room instantly became gloomy and cold.

His spiritual intuition was slightly touched, and he subconsciously pulled his left teeth quickly. With the blessing of brightly colored spiritual vision, he saw on the floor next to him, illusory and hazy white bones were thrown out of the air, forming a Weird fountain.

He took a few bones and gradually staggered them together, forming an illusory tall monster under Klein's gaze.

Looking at the giant monster whose entire body was made of white bones and was nearly four meters tall, an unreal feeling instantly developed in Klein's mind. think:

"This looks good enough to be a little 'boss' in a level..."

After stabilizing his body, the messenger only glanced at Klein, then quickly turned around, reduced himself to a normal size, and slumped in front of Azik Eggers, the illusory bones all over his body could not help shivering.

Ards looked at the humble messenger at his feet, turned his head indifferently, looked at Klein and said with a smile:

"This is one of my messengers. You only need to give him the letter in the future, so that speed and privacy can be guaranteed."

One... In other words, you have many other messengers, and this may be the one that is not very outstanding... Klein nodded stiffly. He felt that he had underestimated Mr. Azik earlier. He may have reached the same level as the Deacon Amani who just reviewed him, a demigod!

Klein nodded slowly, indicating that he had understood how to use it. Then he saw Mr. Ards nodded slightly, and the messenger who was originally lying on the ground trembled, and then quickly disintegrated into illusory, The hazy white bones burrowed into the floor, and the whole process did not make a sound.

In the evening, Klein dragged his very tired body back to Daffodil Street, endured the pain in his muscles, fumbled for the key from his pocket, and opened the door with a click.

The maid Bella, who heard the door slamming in the house, rushed over quickly and took the sinking wooden cane in Klein's hand. After struggling for a while, she stammered:

"Mr. Klein, do you need me to help you in? Miss Melissa and Mr. Benson are now dining in the restaurant, and they ordered a dinner for you before."

If I were helped into the restaurant by you, I might not know what Melissa would think. I lied to her before that I wasn't tired from fighting training... Klein forced a smile:

"No, I'll just do it myself."

Immediately, he resisted the pain in his muscles, strode towards the restaurant with stiff steps, but slandered in his heart:

"If the changes brought about by the 'Joker' potion were not too prominent, Mr. Gao Wen would not have suddenly increased the amount of training today, but this also proves that I can really deal with the real battlefield."

In the dimly lit room, Klein relied on the memory in his head familiarly, turned several times, and walked to the restaurant where Melissa and Benson ate. My own Melissa.

She frowned slightly and said softly:

"Klein, does your company always torture people like this?"

I clearly used the ability of the 'clown' to control my movements on purpose... Klein opened his mouth a few times, and finally responded with a smile:

"Maybe this is the price of the high salary. The demanding job requires a higher salary, and I may have to get another salary increase."

After being promoted to 'Joker', he will usher in a new salary increase, but because of today's slightly heavy topic and his performance at the time, he and the captain both forgot about it, and Klein will talk about it again tomorrow. Ask about it, and choose an opportune moment to announce your real salary to Benson and Melissa—before being promoted to 'Joker,' of course.

Alas, I think Benson and the others will never be able to confess their speed as fast as my salary increase... Klein silently complained in his heart.

"Are you going to raise your salary again?"

"Could it be because of some danger? You said before that sometimes even a civilian like you needs to practice fighting skills in order to deal with some things." Melissa frowned and asked slowly.

Klein took the dinner reserved for him from Bella, pulled out the chair, leaned back, and replied casually:

"It's just that I recently discovered some valuable cultural relics for the company, and the salary increase has not yet been decided. This still needs to be reported to the top management through the company, and the salary increase can only be obtained after the upper management responds."

"As for combat training, it's just an extra task for physical fitness. After all, you have seen it. I often work overtime. If I don't have a healthy body, I can't even enjoy this salary."

"Heh, everything has a price. High effort and high return are very reasonable." Klein finally said with a slightly teasing corner of his mouth.

Benson nodded in agreement, glanced at Melissa, who seemed to be thinking seriously, and Bella, who was far away, lowered his voice, and said in a pretended serious tone:

"Klein is right. This is the importance of hard work and knowledge. Of course, if hard work alone cannot succeed, half of the residents down the street will become millionaires."

"As for government officials and nobles, they pay more. After all, not everyone will give up the cherished rest time."

Because many people don't even have the chance to give up, huh, the familiar Benson-style humor... Klein paid attention to his sister's expression, smiled in response, turned his head to look at Melissa and said:

"So you should pursue better education. Knowledge is the most important key to a good life in the future."

"If I can learn more about machinery, I will definitely choose to keep working hard." Melissa lowered her head slightly and whispered.

Klein nodded with a smile, stopped talking, and ate his own dinner.

After dinner, Klein, after greeting his brother and sister, returned to his room directly on the grounds that he wanted to rest early.

He looked at the dark street outside the window. There was no one there. There were only a few street lamps scattered on both sides of the gravel road, emitting a faint light.

brush!

He suddenly drew the curtains, blocking out the crimson moonlight pouring in from the window. Instead, he turned around and lit the gas lamp that came with him.

He was going to write a letter to ask Ms. Daly about the details of the church overseer who knew the 'acting method' of the night watchman swearing to the goddess.

He took out the round-bellied absorbent pen from the drawer, skillfully drew enough ink from the ink bottle, hung the nib above the slightly yellowed letter, and started writing while thinking.

"Dear Ms. Daly, I recently passed the sanctuary's review and was successfully promoted to Sequence Eight's 'Joker'."

"Of course, before this, the senior deacon appointed by the church, His Excellency Fran Amani, presided over the ceremony of swearing to the goddess for me, so as to ensure that I would not disclose the 'acting method' to other Nighthawks. Content."

"In the process of swearing to the goddess, I encountered some strange things. I did not swear directly through the sacred object, but completed the oath in a way similar to ritual magic."

"I want to ask you about the process in which you swore to the goddess that you would never reveal the 'acting method'."

"Because after the deacon left, I had a conversation with the captain. The process of the captain swearing to the goddess seems to be different from me. I just felt a huge sense of fear, and then completed the oath."

"I hope to solve my doubts through your experience at that time."

"A friend who has been helped by you."

After writing the last word, Klein turned his slightly stiff wrist, put the cap of the pen on, gently put it aside, picked up the letter he just wrote, carefully examined and checked it, After knowing that there were no omissions, I carefully packed it and put it in the envelope that was also taken out from the drawer.

He familiarly sealed the envelope with half a candle, then got up and took out the silver dagger used to arrange ritual magic. Com controlled the tip of the dagger to spurt out spirituality, walked around the room, built a wall of spirituality, and completely sealed off the room.

Afterwards, he quickly arranged the ceremony for summoning the messenger of Daly Simone, and after the candle that symbolized him was lit, he recited in a low voice:

"I!"

Immediately afterwards, he changed to Hermes:

"I call in my name:"

"The wandering and delusional spirit, the last creature driven by people, is the messenger of Daly Simone alone."

Woo!

The sudden change of shadow accompanied by the violent wind broke the previous peaceful atmosphere, and in a sound like a cry, the dim candlelight was instantly dyed with a faint blue color.

It swelled suddenly, illuminating the wall with the plain wallpaper, and a wave of almost transparent ripples rippling, highlighting a strange picture without eyebrows, no nose, no eyes, and only a thin lip adorning the mouth. face.

After it "sees" Klein, it tries to grow its jaws and sticks out a bright red tongue. The top of the tongue has five thin fingers, which are slowly opened and slowly squeezed together, as if to convey some kind of information.

Klein's eyes were dull and silent for two seconds, then he reacted, carefully avoiding the irregular fangs in the messenger's mouth, and handed the envelope to the hand on the messenger's tongue.

The messenger grabbed the envelope firmly and swallowed it directly, and then its transparent and eerie figure fluctuated, blending with the color of the background behind it and disappearing without a trace.

Looking at the candlelight returning to normal, Klein shook his head, lifted the spiritual wall that blocked his room, and said in a low voice:

"It doesn't look as reliable as Mr. Azik..."

Chapter end